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Baby Me, Daddy Who?

'If you are reading this, then congratulations! My daughter has successfully found you. And as a reward, you are required to take good care of her for a year. Teach her how to be a good kid, okay? Good luck with raising my cute daughter! Mwah! — L. Fortez' —//—//— Louisa Fortez left the three young masters who are also her friends without saying anything. Even if they try to find her, it's still hard to find someone who doesn't want to be found. After a year of fruitless search, her friends decided to let the fate decide if they will still have a chance to meet her in the future or not. Six years later, the three young masters become the most vicious, ruthless, and heartless villains with different professions in the huge city of Larden. Six years later, it was not Louisa who they found but her five-year-old daughter. Their missing in action friend years ago had given them a task to take good care of her daughter and teach her how to be a good person in her stead. Can these villains teach the little girl some good morals or they will be wrapped around her small and chubby fingers?

PickledPlums · Urbain
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CHAPTER 77

While Madam Cynthia and Nathan are talking upstairs, Ryzel and Jackson are busy entertaining the little girl in the kitchen downstairs. Ryzel made her a simple snack that can help her calm down. He made her a ham sandwich with a mug of warm milk. The moment Lulu sees the food, she thanks her daddy number three before holding the sandwich and taking a huge bite of it.

"You are such a glutton." Jackson commented as he watch the little girl devouring the sandwich in her hands. "But is it good?"

"Yes, daddy Jackshon! The ham is so delicious!" Lulu replied after licking her lips.

"Oh."

Then Jackson looks at Ryzel who is now washing the utensils he used in the sink.

"Ry, make a sandwich for me too." Jackson asked.

Ryzel stops from washing the dishes for a moment to look at Jackson with a small smile on his face.

"If you promise to transfer ninety-seven percent of your wealth under my name, then I will gladly make you a sandwich."